Dead Georgie It Novels & Stories

Kachi said. And they drove off toward whatever the hell waited ahead. * * * The sun had barely cracked through the clouds, casting a golden shimmer over the cracked highways as Gozie drove. The silence in the car was heavy but not uncomfortable. Everyone was thinking the same thing, this might be the day they find Nicholas. “I swear,” Kachi said suddenly, head leaning against the window, “if Nicholas turns out to be one of those underground DJs who faked his death to promote a mixtape, I’m swinging.”

“You touch nothing in my closet.” “What’s in your closet?” I eyed him with newfound interest, my head drawn back a bit in question. “Nothing of your concern.” His tone was hard and final, a stark reminder that I was a guest at the head of the mafia’s home. He pointed toward my room, and I stomped back there. “Georgie had a full walk-in closet for me, you know?” I taunted. “Georgie just about killed you the other night,” he replied, and I smiled at his retort.

There's nothing wrong. Delusions is a scary thing. But George dived right into it on that moment. When he stepped into the cemetery, he started running with all his might, and to the farthest place he found his grandmother under a black umbrella. She softly whistles a song, watching as a morbid image of a woman was tossed into a six foot deep cave on the ground. George didn't make a sound. His ears were ringing despite the cold. The wind blew over but he suspected that the chills running down his spine is caused by something different.

"I've got our whole chat on tape. Tell me the truth, and we'll split the lottery winnings. Lie to me, and I'll have you charged with murder, spending your lottery winnings behind bars for the rest of your life." Brandon's face went white as a sheet. He spilled the beans in a heartbeat. "There's a safe deposit box at Sapphire Ridge Bank. That's where the ticket is! The password? My mom's birthday."

I struggle to comprehend the meaning behind the word, my mind racing to make sense of the cryptic message, one I’m sure it’s my subconscious that’s having a struggle with understanding. “What? What do you mean?” I manage to utter, my voice barely a whisper. Simon’s voice cracks as he continues, the weight of his words crushing my spirit. George…George is dead. I found him unconscious in his apartment. He was discharged from the hospital, and seemed fine, but when I went to check on him today…” His voice trails off, swallowed by grief. “I should have told you earlier, but he had told me not to ever call you again, but I thought you should know.”

I sat at the base of the stairs and went through my phone. The first notification that popped up was about the missing person case that was ongoing. Silver Antonio has been reported missing and he was never going to be found because I made sure of it. I had to take care of him because I did not want him to alert Dwayne Cage. I had dealt with my enemies in such a way that it would never get back to me. Something else caught my eye as I scrolled through the headlines. Gecko the transporter was found dead with his jaw ripped off. The pictures were very graphic.

Only a fool like her would take things seriously. Zoey cooked the noodles and brought a bowl to the dining table. Laurence took in the tempting aroma and understood why she always craved junk food. Zoey suddenly remembered something as she ate. "How is George?" Laurence paused for a moment and said icily, "He’s dead." Zoey felt her heart go cold. She hadn't expected him to die. She never doubted Laurence's words, as he never had a reason to lie to her. "What about his son?"

How the dead one can be so hot? -"Don't fight with him " I said without any emotions. I won't beg anymore or won't ask anybody for something but also I will not be responsible for his death. He tried to touch my hand but I quickly put it away from him. Nobody will hurt me anymore. "-Don't touch dirty whore you can dirt your hands," I said sarcastically to him and then went to Jack's black dodge. Jack was following me, behind my back. "-Put your seatbelt!" Jack angrily ordered when opened the door and sat in the driver seat with gritted teeth and his still black eyes.

With reddened eyes, she yelled, "John Xander, don't you dare lay a finger on Henry! I was trying to be polite with you, but it seems politeness doesn't work on you!" Five security guards surrounded me. "You have been gone for four years! Who knows if you ran off because you committed a crime! I didn't call the police! I only declared you dead! This is the most I can do! "You're now legally a dead man! I was just trying to be nice to you! In fact, even if you die here now, no one will know!" Turns out, all these years that I was in North Westonia on my classified mission, my wife thought that I was a fugitive on the run.

“Tyler is okay. A little shook up, but okay. He’s at the resort with Riana and the girls. Ruiz, Allan and your parents are here. They are waiting outside.” She nodded, tears running down her temples. She lay there staring up at him, her face void of emotion except for the tears that fell. Reno wasn’t sure what to do or say, so he just stared back. “Georgia is dead,” she stated with a deadpan voice. Reno nodded. He already knew that. It was her pool of blood he had been laying in. He’d been told her body had been there for a few hours, naked with her throat slit from ear to ear. She’d been killed in one of the guestrooms apparently after having sex with Pierre. He didn’t say that to Loraine t